SPN Drabble: Flying Solo

[caffienekitty]

Angsty late Stanford-era Dean drabble. Gen, emo, may be disturbing to some readers.

Flying Solo

Dean stops talking. Easy. No one to talk to, no need to talk. Sam's gone. Dad and Dean hunt separately. "Cover more ground." A few words exchanged, coordinates given, another town, another hotel another thing to track and kill.

Secondary reports and honor listings say Sam's fine. He never calls, neither does Dean. Unrestrained by blood, Sam's thriving.

Life becomes an unending drive; find job, kill, move on, numb numb numb. Watching highways and backroads slide by, alone, music loud, bass vibrating his chest in his rolling fortress of sound.

The loudness keeps him from thinking. Keeps him on the road.

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(that's it.)

Comments

[tigriswolf]

Lovely and aching.

[caffienekitty]

Thanks.

[ficwriter1966.livejournal.com]

Oh so sad, CK. (The writing is lovely, but sad!Dean makes me sad.)

On the upside, I just saw a promo photo that has me squeeful. I just hope the Muse feels the same way...

[caffienekitty]

Thanks. Sad Dean is a very sad thing indeed.

[irismay42.livejournal.com]

I can honestly see this being how it was for Dean after Sam left. *sniffle*

[caffienekitty]

Dean without family is a dire thing.

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

Yes, numb.

[caffienekitty]

Yes.

[brigid-tanner.livejournal.com]

Beautifully painful.

[caffienekitty]

Thank you. It's not the kind of thing I delve into often, but I'm glad it works.

[samalander-dawn.livejournal.com]

ouch


very good. but very ouch.



Dean's come a long way since the first season, hasn't he?

[caffienekitty]

Yup. Not all of it a good way, since recent seasons have made Season One look like wall-to-wall sunshine and puppies, but a very long way.